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[morewidows]

Dear girl, you honor me. I have seen many strange and interesting things in my life, but this was something I could not have envisioned in my most disturbing of dreams or wonderful nightmares. To be a puppet in such a place is, granted, very unsettling but rather charming at the same time.

Do you think we will be able to find my family? They will be absolutely lost without me, particularly Gomez. There are many things going on right now, after all, I simply cannot be away for too terribly long.

Enjoy yourself, young one. Many adventures await.

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[morewidows]

[To that, Morticia puts her other hand over Thing, but not enough to smother him or keep him there.]

You're too sweet, Thing. I'm sure we'll find the others, in time. Don't let it torture you.

[thing_addams]

[He perks up. Did she just say "torture". Sure he would like to find the rest of the family. But there's nothing a little torture won't cheer up.]

[morewidows]

[That's her Thing!]

It does sound like a good idea right now, doesn't it? Then again, when isn't torture a good idea?

[thing_addams]

[He skittles away, disappearing into his box for a few moments, then he returns with his skate - easier to travel with. He has an idea, come, come Morticia.]

[morewidows]

[She makes a delighted sound upon seeing his skate. She loved that thing! Oh, and yes, she will definitely follow him wherever he may go.]

[thing_addams]

[Well, it is almost as good as torture. He leads her to the chamber. Sure he's not as good as Gomez, but in their mutual loss, perhaps it can be that much more exquisite.]

[morewidows]

[Even more delightful! She clasps her hands together and rests a cheek against them in sheer joy.]

Oh, Thing. Whatever did we do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?

[thing_addams]

[He gives an impression of a shrug. Then gestures to the room. He will let her choose, but he is happy to assist.]

[morewidows]

[Oh, Morticia has missed such things as family bonding time.]

How about...the chair?

[thing_addams]

[Oh, the was she says that word... Hummm he occasionally needs reminding of what an exceptional decision Gomez made when he chose her as his wife. And how lucky he is to live with them.]

[morewidows]

[She simply goes to sit down, fully trusting Thing to make all the attachments proper and correct, as he always does.]

And after, what would you prefer?

[thing_addams]

[Which he does. After all, Gomez learned from the best, if Thing says so himself. Once he has her secured, he points to the hand rack, which was created just for him.

He then walks over to the control dial and starts with a mild setting - we wouldn't want it over too soon. Then he throws the switch.]

[morewidows]

[The hand rack? Of course! Not that she wouldn't be opposed to trying something new, being creative just for Thing, but—

And when the switch is thrown, my my, that's one of the loveliest feelings alive!]

[thing_addams]

[Well, if that would make her happy, he is easily enabled.

He looks over at her, then back at the dial, then back at her. He adjusts the dial with his pinky, because... he is going to grant himself the indulgence of watching her just this once.]

[morewidows]

[Morticia does not fry like most anyone else, does she? Class and propriety is retained, though perhaps a small bit of spittle makes its way out of the corner of her lips, perhaps. But then, fully done now, she leans back, limp, breathing coming in thick and heavy while she recovers.]

[thing_addams]

[Now he understands why Gomez likes to spend so much time here. He flips the switch back off and skittles over to her and gently starts to undo all the straps and cables.]

[morewidows]

[Just as soon as the strap is taken off her head, her hands come up to gently fix her hair before a thumb wipes off the corner of her mouth. A moment later and she's standing again, wiping the front of her dress.]

Just like old times, yes, Thing?

[thing_addams]

[Oh, she was so lovely. And he nods. Then he gestures to her, he will let her choose, for granting him such a beautiful show.]

[morewidows]

[Oh, Thing, ever the kind one.

She takes a minute to peruse the chamber, eyes lighting up as she takes out a pair of sturdy pliers.]

What say you?

[thing_addams]

[He claps (as best of a one-handed clap as he can accomplish). He scuttles over to a nearby table, which will make it easier for Morticia to have access to him.]

Best family ever?

[morewidows]

[She snaps the pliers shut to see how much strength it takes, turning them over to admire them. Kept clean, of course, not in the least bit rusty.

Oh! And look at him, ever the ready one.]

If it gets to be too much, dear, let me know.

[And with that, the pliers crack down on the meat between thumb and forefinger with an enthusiasm that makes it evident she knows just how far she can go.]

Always! XD

[thing_addams]

[Oh, it won't be too much. After all, it's not often that it's Morticia this time, usually it's Grandmama.

And the pain is... exquisite. He hopes it will last.]

Just as long as no one tries to subdue them...

[morewidows]

[It's only when she thinks he might just pop that she moves the pliers, prying open the bit between forefinger and middle to, this time, press down on the meat there, hopefully bruising the first joints in that area as well.]

You're such a trooper, Thing.

Subdue them? Never. XD

[thing_addams]

[The release is as wonderful as the pain that is inflicted when she reapplies it. And her compliment... Oh that makes it just that much better.]

[morewidows]

[It is not so much a compliment as just stating basic facts, but she smiles as she turns the pliers at a short angle to bring down the pressure now firmly all on the knuckle of his middle finger. If he doesn't want it to crack, he should say so.]